Not the Weary Kind

Nobody told her it was time to walk away,
It crept up on her like a scary surprise.

She was not the weary kind,

Yet nothing had prepared her for the sight

Of her heart scattered on the floor

Shattered into a million pieces.

Every night she cries, she wishes, she dreams.

The worst, however, was that she still hoped

That somehow, against all odds, against all signs of impending doom,

Her love for him might prevail

Over the wicked turns of fate.

She vowed and every day renewed

Her waging war against the lines carved on her hands.

No, she was not the weary kind.

She was just a girl, battling for love,

In a world that’s forgotten to feel.

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  1. You have a great line there: “She was not the weary kind.” Well done.

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  2. Conveyed that shocking feeling of be heartbroken with every word. Well done.

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  3. dhananjaybhati July 2, 2017 — 12:56 am

    I love reading your poems😊
    Each one is beautiful and deep, and conveys an idea in such a beautiful way 😊💙

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  4. dhananjaybhati July 2, 2017 — 12:52 am

    A beautiful poem! Loved reading it 😊

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  5. Charlie Hasler July 1, 2017 — 11:56 pm


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